Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and take face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come in helicopters
I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your are backwards
Nas is a of the street corner
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed
I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned
Love committing sins and my friends sell
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue
The school drop-out, liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game
Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block
Every a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine
We was at the candy factory, breaking the
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man
But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!